Sunday afternoons

I do most of my reading in the atumn and winter. In the afternoon when the day is still I sit on my sofa, listen to music and read. On those days the light is grey and soft, casting shadows not much darker than the light itself – if you hold the page flat you can see the grain in the paper. During the summer there’s always some reason to do other things. In the winter there is so little natural light I feel I’m just making the most of what there is.

Today I’m doing that for the first time this year; summer is ending early.